On the weekend, a gentle drizzle began to fall. By nightfall, the rain had intensified to the point where it seriously impaired visibility.
Street racing wasn't a sanctioned sport; it was an underground activity organized by amateur racers. But since Ramona had issued the challenge to Niamh directly on the racing app, a large crowd had gathered to watch.
In Aldenville, Springwater Road was the only place where street racing was permitted after 11 PM. The app's organizers had even sent their own staff, hired a professional referee, and secured a sponsor who provided two identical race cars for Ramona and Niamh.
"But this rain is coming down way too hard, isn't it?" "Yeah! Racing in this kind of weather could be really dangerous." The spectators, some holding umbrellas and others in raincoats, murmured among themselves.
Among the crowd, of course, was Preston. Jonathan, Elmer, and Lana were there as well. "I had no idea Nia was the Speed Queen! Did you know?" Lana asked, turning to Elmer. Elmer shook his head.
His eyes flickered to Jonathan, who stood nearby under a black umbrella, his handsome face betraying little emotion. It was clear to Elmer that Jonathan had known all along that Katarina, the Speed Queen of Aldenville, was Niamh.
Elmer frowned, a fresh wave of irritation washing over him. He had always believed he knew Niamh better than Jonathan did, but he'd been completely in the dark about her being a champion racer.
Lana had called him a couple of days ago after a friend of a former colleague, who was into racing, saw the challenge on the app. The friend noted the high stakes: if Katarina lost, she'd have to give up the patent for the curved seamless hidden-inlay technique. Anyone with even a passing interest in fashion and jewelry knew that patent belonged to the BYC Master Craftsman, Niamh.


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